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[Kingdom Hearts] Heart in a Box (ch. 2) [Vexen/Marluxia]
Hark! What is this? A second chapter? What joy. It's such a nice break from all the genome research I've done for school this past week. *sigh*
Anyway, enjoy. Pimp!Xigbar month quickly approacheswhich I totally forgot about until two seconds ago, on top of a term paper that needs to be written, so I don't know how much more of this fic I'll be able to do until all that is over. Hm.
Title: Heart in a Box (ch. 2)
Characters: Vexen/Marluxia, Jack Sparrow
Rating: PG
Warnings: None so far.
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts is, most obviously, owned by big name companies and not by a girl sitting at a laptop on her bedroom floor.
Summary: The tale of Davy Jones and the chest containing his heart is one that spreads across the boundaries of worlds.... Investigation by a scientist and the newest member of Organization XIII can lead to complications.
A/N: Gah. First time writing anything Pirates of the Caribbean. I don’t think I have Jack’s speaking style down quite yet....
Um, and I think I’ve sort of mutilated PotC2 canon in order to fit it in with the time line of KH2 canon. This story taking place before Sora came and all that.... We’ll see how it works out later. xD
There were few people that could sum up Tortuga properly without a lot of words. Vexen was one of these people.
Tortuga was what Vexen fathomed Organization XIII would be if things ever got out of hand. It was complete and utter lack of self control, that’s what it was. And it was beginning to get on the scientist’s nerves.
Marluxia, on the other hand, was quite fascinated with the place.
“Why would anyone want to consume that much alcohol?” he pondered, watching two men currently in the middle of a fierce drinking contest. The crowd surrounding the men was cheering them on loudly, eager to see who would fall over first.
“Sheer stupidity,” muttered Vexen, who was currently in the middle of observing a small fist fight escalate into a full-out brawl outside the pub. One of the participants came crashing through the window into the room, knocking over a table. Someone handed him a bottle of rum as he got up and pushed him back out the door.
“Certainly there’s no point to any of this?”
“There’s no point to anything in life,” Vexen replied offhandedly, motioning Marluxia to follow him away from the noise of the crowd. Marluxia sat down at a table, looking rather irritated.
“I feel as if I’m wearing tights,” he grunted, looking down at his newly acquired clothing with distaste.
“I believe they’re called breeches,” Vexen supplied, sitting down across from him. “You chose to assist me here — therefore, there will be no complaining about anything whatsoever.”
“You’re just saying that because you haven’t realized how ridiculous you look,” Marluxia retorted, earning himself a glare from the blonde Nobody.
“It’d be best for you to hold your tongue, Number Eleven,” Vexen said coolly, thought not before glancing down at his own attire. Before arriving at Tortuga, he had thought it wise that they dress according to the world’s standards. This proved more difficult than he had guessed it would be once he realized that a great majority of the world had no standards. In the end, they had settled for long-sleeved shirts and breeches, feeling that would be most inconspicuous. Marluxia, however, couldn’t resist acquiring (or as Vexen put it, stealing) two long overcoats for the both of them. Vexen felt a little more at home in that.
“Of course, sir.”
Vexen glared at the younger Nobody. He could barely tell if Marluxia was being sincere or critical “I believe getting out of here as quickly as possible would be very beneficial to our health,” the scientist muttered, rubbing his forehead. He was one used to silence and utter coldness. He was used to laboratories, not missions made all the more complicated by pesky sidekicks that liked to argue.
With a sweep of his hand, Marluxia stood abruptly, pacing out towards the center of the noisy pub. With one sentence he silenced the entire room.
“Does anyone know where I can find a man named Jack Sparrow?”
Not exactly the most inconspicuous tactic ever, Vexen mused, but quite effective. This neophyte had some skills, apparently. That, or this Jack Sparrow was an extremely well known person, for better or for worse.
“Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please,” a voice from the other side of the room called. Vexen tried to get a good look at the man who had spoken, but there were too many people in the way.
“Do you have a ship, Mister Sparrow?” Marluxia replied, though it was once again hard to tell if he was being serious or sarcastic.
There was a slight pause. The awkward silence in the pub was made all too clear. “As you were, men! And, uh, women!”
Reluctantly, the crowd around them went back to whatever they had been doing. Several people decided this was an excuse to buy another round of drinks. The clamor came back.
Marluxia started towards the voice, out of Vexen’s range of view. He got up quickly, following the man to the opposite corner of the place. At a table tucked into the corner sat a man with an inordinate amount of makeup and accessories on, bottle held in one hand.
“I’m your Cap’n Jack Sparrow,” he said with a slight slur, tilting the bottle towards them in greeting. “And who might you gents be?”
“We are in need of some information,” Vexen answered, scanning over the merrymakers around them to make sure no one was listening in.
“And possibly a ship,” Marluxia added promptly. The blonde shot him a questioning glance, but Marluxia shook his head, telling him to wait until later to ask.
Sparrow nodded, gesturing towards the empty seats across from him jovially. “Well, I can see what I can do about the information,” he told them, taking a swig of alcohol. “And perhaps the ship. What’re you willing to give me in return?”
Marluxia looked like he wanted to reply, so Vexen motioned for him to speak. “I’m sure payment can be arranged. What would you like?”
The rum bottle froze halfway to the pirate’s mouth. Suspicion filled his tone. “Now, I think that you’re just a little too eager to be parting with your valuables,” he commented, gaze flicking between the two men before him.
“We merely have need for answers, is all,” Marluxia said firmly. “Money is of little value to people like us.”
Vexen smirked. Maybe he wouldn’t even have to do anything for this mission. If that was the case, he’d even put up with Marluxia’s smart-alecky remarks. At least for a little while. “I assume it is money you want?”
“What’s money to a pirate who can steal all he wants, eh?” Sparrow replied, looking cheerful again. “No, what I need is — Ah, but we can’t be making a deal without knowing the terms. Tell Captain Jack Sparrow what you need to know.”
Vexen narrowed his eyes at the supposed pirate captain, hoping that what Marluxia had discovered was true. “We need to talk about Davy Jones.”
Sparrow’s demeanor seemed to change instantly. “I’ll have nothing to do with that man!”
“Oh, but you have already, haven’t you?” Marluxia said, dropping his voice. “Yes, that seems likely....”
“The story of Davy Jones’s heart,” Vexen continued, “or lack thereof. Is it true?”
Sparrow regarded them carefully for a moment, weighing the options in his mind. “Do you believe it’s true?”
“It’s quite possible, yes.”
“And what do want to know about him?”
“We want to know how to locate him.”
Jack Sparrow stared at the two of them. “You’ve got to be bloody insane. No one wants to find Davy Jones. It’s his heart they’re after. Ah....” he trailed off, closing his eyes in understanding. “You want to get your hands on Jones’s heart.”
Vexen and Marluxia exchanged glances. It couldn’t possibly be this easy.
“I’m afraid you got us down exactly,” replied Marluxia, faking a sigh. “I was told you would be the best bet we had on finding Jones.”
At this, Sparrow’s face broke into a grin. “You were, were ya? I’m gonna gut the scoundrel who told you that.” Setting his bottle down on the table, he added, “I’ll make you two a deal. I help you track down the heart of Davy Jones, and you help me get my ship back. Savvy?”
Vexen considered the options. This pirate did seem like he knew of a way to get to the heart, which would most certainly be useful in his research for Organization XIII. And anyway, how hard could retrieving a ship be? If they needed to, they could just leave the world once their goals here were complete.
“Savvy,” Marluxia agreed, before Vexen could say anything. The Chilly Academic glowered at him. What did Number XI think we was doing, calling the shots? Even if that had been was he was going to do as well. Sparrow beamed at them, reaching for his drink and finishing it off with one gulp.
X
Sparrow led the way out into the crisp night air of a Tortuga alley. It wasn’t exactly the quietest, but it gave them a little more privacy than inside.
“All right. You want to find Davy Jones’s heart, you say?”
“Look, we’ve gone over this point several times,” Marluxia interjected crossly.
“I know. That was just for emphasis,” Sparrow explained, digging around in his pocket as he spoke. “I have just the thing you need, lad.” He opened a fist, revealing an worn looking compass.
“A compass.” Vexen raised an eyebrow. “That’s going to help us?”
“Yes, you see, for this compass points not to the north, but to what your heart desires most.” Confidently, he dropped the compass into Vexen’s outstretched hand.
“I don’t think....” Marluxia whispered, wondering if the older Nobody had seen the flaw in this seemingly perfect plan.
Vexen nodded, but opened the compass nevertheless. The needle stood stock still. He gave it a shake, spinning the needle around until it came to a complete stop opposite where it had started. “I’m afraid this will be no use to us,” he announced. “Unless Jones’s heart is everywhere at once. Or nowhere at all.”
Sparrow made a face at this news, taking his compass back from Vexen. “And why’s that?”
“It’s complicated.”
The pirate pocketed the compass, thinking. “It’s odd, but...if you really need the help, I can give you one more thing.”
“And what’s that?” asked Marluxia, curious despite himself. What else could this man have, aside from a magic compass?
“Directions to a friend of mine.”
TBC...
Previous Chapters
One
Anyway, enjoy. Pimp!Xigbar month quickly approaches
Title: Heart in a Box (ch. 2)
Characters: Vexen/Marluxia, Jack Sparrow
Rating: PG
Warnings: None so far.
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts is, most obviously, owned by big name companies and not by a girl sitting at a laptop on her bedroom floor.
Summary: The tale of Davy Jones and the chest containing his heart is one that spreads across the boundaries of worlds.... Investigation by a scientist and the newest member of Organization XIII can lead to complications.
A/N: Gah. First time writing anything Pirates of the Caribbean. I don’t think I have Jack’s speaking style down quite yet....
Um, and I think I’ve sort of mutilated PotC2 canon in order to fit it in with the time line of KH2 canon. This story taking place before Sora came and all that.... We’ll see how it works out later. xD
There were few people that could sum up Tortuga properly without a lot of words. Vexen was one of these people.
Tortuga was what Vexen fathomed Organization XIII would be if things ever got out of hand. It was complete and utter lack of self control, that’s what it was. And it was beginning to get on the scientist’s nerves.
Marluxia, on the other hand, was quite fascinated with the place.
“Why would anyone want to consume that much alcohol?” he pondered, watching two men currently in the middle of a fierce drinking contest. The crowd surrounding the men was cheering them on loudly, eager to see who would fall over first.
“Sheer stupidity,” muttered Vexen, who was currently in the middle of observing a small fist fight escalate into a full-out brawl outside the pub. One of the participants came crashing through the window into the room, knocking over a table. Someone handed him a bottle of rum as he got up and pushed him back out the door.
“Certainly there’s no point to any of this?”
“There’s no point to anything in life,” Vexen replied offhandedly, motioning Marluxia to follow him away from the noise of the crowd. Marluxia sat down at a table, looking rather irritated.
“I feel as if I’m wearing tights,” he grunted, looking down at his newly acquired clothing with distaste.
“I believe they’re called breeches,” Vexen supplied, sitting down across from him. “You chose to assist me here — therefore, there will be no complaining about anything whatsoever.”
“You’re just saying that because you haven’t realized how ridiculous you look,” Marluxia retorted, earning himself a glare from the blonde Nobody.
“It’d be best for you to hold your tongue, Number Eleven,” Vexen said coolly, thought not before glancing down at his own attire. Before arriving at Tortuga, he had thought it wise that they dress according to the world’s standards. This proved more difficult than he had guessed it would be once he realized that a great majority of the world had no standards. In the end, they had settled for long-sleeved shirts and breeches, feeling that would be most inconspicuous. Marluxia, however, couldn’t resist acquiring (or as Vexen put it, stealing) two long overcoats for the both of them. Vexen felt a little more at home in that.
“Of course, sir.”
Vexen glared at the younger Nobody. He could barely tell if Marluxia was being sincere or critical “I believe getting out of here as quickly as possible would be very beneficial to our health,” the scientist muttered, rubbing his forehead. He was one used to silence and utter coldness. He was used to laboratories, not missions made all the more complicated by pesky sidekicks that liked to argue.
With a sweep of his hand, Marluxia stood abruptly, pacing out towards the center of the noisy pub. With one sentence he silenced the entire room.
“Does anyone know where I can find a man named Jack Sparrow?”
Not exactly the most inconspicuous tactic ever, Vexen mused, but quite effective. This neophyte had some skills, apparently. That, or this Jack Sparrow was an extremely well known person, for better or for worse.
“Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please,” a voice from the other side of the room called. Vexen tried to get a good look at the man who had spoken, but there were too many people in the way.
“Do you have a ship, Mister Sparrow?” Marluxia replied, though it was once again hard to tell if he was being serious or sarcastic.
There was a slight pause. The awkward silence in the pub was made all too clear. “As you were, men! And, uh, women!”
Reluctantly, the crowd around them went back to whatever they had been doing. Several people decided this was an excuse to buy another round of drinks. The clamor came back.
Marluxia started towards the voice, out of Vexen’s range of view. He got up quickly, following the man to the opposite corner of the place. At a table tucked into the corner sat a man with an inordinate amount of makeup and accessories on, bottle held in one hand.
“I’m your Cap’n Jack Sparrow,” he said with a slight slur, tilting the bottle towards them in greeting. “And who might you gents be?”
“We are in need of some information,” Vexen answered, scanning over the merrymakers around them to make sure no one was listening in.
“And possibly a ship,” Marluxia added promptly. The blonde shot him a questioning glance, but Marluxia shook his head, telling him to wait until later to ask.
Sparrow nodded, gesturing towards the empty seats across from him jovially. “Well, I can see what I can do about the information,” he told them, taking a swig of alcohol. “And perhaps the ship. What’re you willing to give me in return?”
Marluxia looked like he wanted to reply, so Vexen motioned for him to speak. “I’m sure payment can be arranged. What would you like?”
The rum bottle froze halfway to the pirate’s mouth. Suspicion filled his tone. “Now, I think that you’re just a little too eager to be parting with your valuables,” he commented, gaze flicking between the two men before him.
“We merely have need for answers, is all,” Marluxia said firmly. “Money is of little value to people like us.”
Vexen smirked. Maybe he wouldn’t even have to do anything for this mission. If that was the case, he’d even put up with Marluxia’s smart-alecky remarks. At least for a little while. “I assume it is money you want?”
“What’s money to a pirate who can steal all he wants, eh?” Sparrow replied, looking cheerful again. “No, what I need is — Ah, but we can’t be making a deal without knowing the terms. Tell Captain Jack Sparrow what you need to know.”
Vexen narrowed his eyes at the supposed pirate captain, hoping that what Marluxia had discovered was true. “We need to talk about Davy Jones.”
Sparrow’s demeanor seemed to change instantly. “I’ll have nothing to do with that man!”
“Oh, but you have already, haven’t you?” Marluxia said, dropping his voice. “Yes, that seems likely....”
“The story of Davy Jones’s heart,” Vexen continued, “or lack thereof. Is it true?”
Sparrow regarded them carefully for a moment, weighing the options in his mind. “Do you believe it’s true?”
“It’s quite possible, yes.”
“And what do want to know about him?”
“We want to know how to locate him.”
Jack Sparrow stared at the two of them. “You’ve got to be bloody insane. No one wants to find Davy Jones. It’s his heart they’re after. Ah....” he trailed off, closing his eyes in understanding. “You want to get your hands on Jones’s heart.”
Vexen and Marluxia exchanged glances. It couldn’t possibly be this easy.
“I’m afraid you got us down exactly,” replied Marluxia, faking a sigh. “I was told you would be the best bet we had on finding Jones.”
At this, Sparrow’s face broke into a grin. “You were, were ya? I’m gonna gut the scoundrel who told you that.” Setting his bottle down on the table, he added, “I’ll make you two a deal. I help you track down the heart of Davy Jones, and you help me get my ship back. Savvy?”
Vexen considered the options. This pirate did seem like he knew of a way to get to the heart, which would most certainly be useful in his research for Organization XIII. And anyway, how hard could retrieving a ship be? If they needed to, they could just leave the world once their goals here were complete.
“Savvy,” Marluxia agreed, before Vexen could say anything. The Chilly Academic glowered at him. What did Number XI think we was doing, calling the shots? Even if that had been was he was going to do as well. Sparrow beamed at them, reaching for his drink and finishing it off with one gulp.
Sparrow led the way out into the crisp night air of a Tortuga alley. It wasn’t exactly the quietest, but it gave them a little more privacy than inside.
“All right. You want to find Davy Jones’s heart, you say?”
“Look, we’ve gone over this point several times,” Marluxia interjected crossly.
“I know. That was just for emphasis,” Sparrow explained, digging around in his pocket as he spoke. “I have just the thing you need, lad.” He opened a fist, revealing an worn looking compass.
“A compass.” Vexen raised an eyebrow. “That’s going to help us?”
“Yes, you see, for this compass points not to the north, but to what your heart desires most.” Confidently, he dropped the compass into Vexen’s outstretched hand.
“I don’t think....” Marluxia whispered, wondering if the older Nobody had seen the flaw in this seemingly perfect plan.
Vexen nodded, but opened the compass nevertheless. The needle stood stock still. He gave it a shake, spinning the needle around until it came to a complete stop opposite where it had started. “I’m afraid this will be no use to us,” he announced. “Unless Jones’s heart is everywhere at once. Or nowhere at all.”
Sparrow made a face at this news, taking his compass back from Vexen. “And why’s that?”
“It’s complicated.”
The pirate pocketed the compass, thinking. “It’s odd, but...if you really need the help, I can give you one more thing.”
“And what’s that?” asked Marluxia, curious despite himself. What else could this man have, aside from a magic compass?
“Directions to a friend of mine.”
TBC...
Previous Chapters
One
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